The Sauk Centre herald. (Sauk Centre, Stearns County, Minn.) 1886-current, 1887-05-05

rible language, as he put a capital for a
small roman or missed a space. Then his
efforts looked as though they were the
productions of six drunken printers who
had each taken an absent comrades work
for the day; and they were always copied
before they went to clients. Now the
machine went click, click, click, evenly
and merrily. Twistleton was a perfect
master of it. I had seen him write it
with his eyes shut. have no doubt that
If he could have stood on his head, and if
it had been consonant with the dignity of
queens counsel to do 80, he could have
played his instrument in that posture.
The opinion finished, Twistleton, who
was very methodical man, put q fresh
sheet of paper in readiness to commence
again, folded and signed what he had
written and bade me goodnight. His last
words to me were:
81 hope you are right about Charley
Colston"
81 am sure Of it," said.
~ wish I were"
Tomorrow we were to have long day
ut Buncombe VS.. Badger. When / ar
rived in the morning Twistleton was at
breakfast. / no sooner entered than he
set down his egg spoon, and, rushing at
hio viii PiSSo IA PeaPei, shA uso ~ ii'o
my hands.
''Read that he cried, excitedly-"read
that"
noticed that Twistleton seemed TN
well. There was a wild look in his eyes.
His chop was untouched-a reversal OF
Twistleton's procedure at breakfast, which
was more extraordinary to me than his
strange appearance. The egg he was eat
ing was, to any one with q sense OF smell,
manifestly a bad one, a most portentous
fact to me, who remember hearing
Twistlcton-whO never knew any Grim
inal law-scriously tell the boy from the
Cock that he believed a bill of attainder
would lie against him for bringing him a
bad egg. What did it all mean? looked
at the paper in my hand; on it were two
words, neatly printed: "Charley Col
ston."
stared blankIy at Twistleton. What
did it mean? Twistleton was shaking
visibly
.Do You believe in ghosts?'' he asked,
anXiOusly.
Certainly not" 1 replied.
"Ahl" sighed TwistietoIl, and added,
sententiously: "'There are more things in
heaven and earth than arc dreamed of in
your philosophy" This was the only
quotation ever heard him utter that did
not come from the law reports. I believe he
fancied it was phrase lie had invented in
his early youth when he first began to be-
licve in ghosts.
eff you don't believe in ghosts, who
wrote that message on my typewriter"
TwiStleton'S manner was very impress
sive. felt like a witness committing
perjury.
81 tell you, 1 found it this morning
when went to write a letter just before
breakfast. Who wrote it?'' lie shouted.
"Who wrote it? will know"
"Perhaps Foss," l suggested.
"He has not been here, and can't use
the typewriter"
heard him say so, bnt did not believe
it. Foss was afraid Of overworking HIM
self, and so did not choose to learn it,
but any fool could use it if he liked to
learn. My opinion was that Foss could
use it, lie was like the monkeys, who, as
the negro said, t'couia talk if they would,
but knew il they did they would be made
to work.
"How about the laundresss" suggested
"Ah, the laundress, repeated Twistle-
ton, thoughtfully; "the laundress."
So Mrs. Buttick, the laundress, was sent
for when Foss came in; but she denied all
knowledge of the typewriter or the writ
Ing making new suggestion, which did
not, to our thinking, much advance the
solution of the mystery, and that was that
the culprit was the eat.
"It is o message" said Twistleton, mys-
teriously; "a messager'
"Nonsense!' said. "Some fellow has
strolled In and written the name for fun. y"
"Funr' cried Twistleton, Indignantly.
"Funr' And then, more quietly: "No,
am sure of it; it is message"
Very little of Buncombe VS.. Badger
could / get into Twistleton's head that
day. Plans and specifications he seemed
not to understand; the seductive literary
style of tho affidavit had no charm for
him. He could only gaze at the paper in
his hand and murmur, ever and anon: "a
messager'
saw it was best to humor him, and at
my suggestion the typewriter was locked
up that night, and he took the key with
him into his bedroom. We had had a
rafting good dinner together, and when ]
left Twistleton he was in much better
spirits. -
eff the ghost comes tonight he won't
be able to get at the typewriter, anyhow"
1 said, laughing.
'Hushl 1 don't know" replied Twis-
Teton, solemnly. 'It is no jesting sub
ject"
went my way, wondering how q man
with Twistleton's practice could believe
in ghosts, and who the deuce had written
Charley Colston'S name on the type
writer.
The next morning 1 walked down to
Twistleton's directly after breakfast.
found him in the widest Imaginable con-
dition. lie had taken every precaution,
locking up the typewriter, placing the key
under his pillow, and yet here was the
message, as he called it, printed in clear,
faultless style; Charley COlston lie is
with your wife, Charley Colston,"
1 must go; must go. Oh! Penrosc,
what shall / do" he cried i'm agony, as i
entered the room,
.Go:' said; and who Is to lead In Bun
combe VS.. Badger?''
He was silent, and buried all of his
face, except his whiskers, in his hands.
Even his hands, large and uncouth as
they were, could not contain his whisk-
ers.
''Think of Writson g. CIame. What will
they say?" urged, seeing the effect that
my "oitio htu vi Hill. lhcy lciy VII J Ou
in this case" -...
The name of this eminent firm seemed
to calm Twistleton to some extent.
"My dear Penrose," he said in trem-
bling voice, ''this is u message; am sure
of it. But will do my duty; ! will stay
by my clients"
t'Twistleton, you speak like a queens
counsel and a man of honor" said /, seiz-
ing him by the hand, proud to shake it.
eff it is a message" / added to humor
him." ''it will come again tonight.
will tell you what we will do. We will
watch the typewriter all night"
Twistleton wrung my hand with graft
tude at this suggestion OF mine, and
Gained himself made him eat some of
his cold chop, and sent for some brandy
and water for him instead of the tea,
which had already stood in the teapot for
more than an hour. Then endeavored
TO coach him in Buncombe against
Badger, but with small success. Then
we went over to the appeal court, in
which took my seat; for though l was
not briefed in the case had nothing else
| to do, and was interested In seeing how
Twistleton got on with it. He was very
able at picking up a case as he went
along, and the court of appeals stood
greatly in awe of him. / had never seen
him as nervous as he was to-day-not
even on his wedding day-and was quite
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